One of those moments.

Tonight, I went in to rock Jonah back to sleep after he had woken up (about an hour after hew went to bed). I picked him up from his crib, and held him close to my chest. I got comfortable in the rocking chair because sometimes I tend to fall asleep right along with him. He finally settled down after a few minutes, his head lay right on my chest, as close to my heart as possible. Then, ever so gently, he placed his little hand on my arm. It was the most precious feeling ever. It was like he was holding on to me, to make sure I didn't go anywhere. And seriously, all I wanted to do, was stay there, with him in my arms, for the rest of eternity. It was one of those moments that I filed into my memory bank. One of those memories I will never forget for the rest of my life. I will remember that exact moment as I watch him walk into his first day of school. And when he graduates high school. And when he leaves for college. And when he marries the love of his life. And when he has his first child. And I will remember that exact moment until the day that I die. Because nothing else in my world means as much to me as that little guy sleeping in the next room. I couldn't imagine my life without him, because without him, my life would be no life at all. He is what fills my heart and soul. He is my son.

I actually thanked God for giving me Jonah at that moment, because I know that Jonah was meant to be MY son, not anyone else's (well, he was also meant for his daddy too). In the grand scheme of things, this little guy has been in the works for me since the beginning of time. God had a plan for me (whether I wanted to accept it at first or not) and his plan included blessing me with a son that has changed my life and my world and shown me how to love someone more than I could love anything else.